The eldest brother drank a lot of tea and left Yuan Xing alone to think about it. He went to find Lun Chan, the abbot of Xixin Temple.

In name, I visited Zen forests in various places in the capital. It would be hard to leave if I saw my junior brother? For this reason, the senior brother stayed for one night and left just tomorrow morning.

After explanation from the elder and third brothers, Yuan Xing finally let go of his worries and practiced peacefully in Xixin Temple.

Before I knew it, more than a month passed. After the spring plowing ended, there were some pilgrims in Xixin Temple, but most of them were left unattended, so there were naturally a lot of leisure time.

Fate action has developed the habit of self-discipline, read books, meditate, and teach good inscriptions every day, and live a fulfilling life.

The third senior brother Ning Mu often sends people to deliver some food and money, and even prepares the medicinal materials needed for medicinal food. In this way, Shanming's training work was put on the agenda. At the request of the abbot Yunshan, two other little novice monks in the temple also received his teachings.

No matter how much I said that Yuan Xing has been a teacher for several years, and he is even more innate in martial arts. It is quite easy to teach a few children. Not long after, the Buddhist teachings and martial arts of several little monks have made significant progress.

The abbot Yunshan was moved to keep him alone as a prison temple. Unfortunately, he knew the situation of Xixin Temple, and Yuanxing was even more from a famous family in his eyes, so this thought was extinguished, but he seemed even more polite when facing Yuanxing.

Early this morning, there was finally a movement beside the pigeon cage in front of the dormitory. Yuan Xing, who was supervising several novice monks to recite scriptures, hurried out and fed corn and water to the flying pigeon before removing the wooden pipe tied to its feet.

"Before noon this day, the old monk faced the holy." A roll of paper was wrapped in the wooden pipe, and there was only one sentence to unfold.

But just this sentence, Yuan Xing read it for a quarter of an hour before he put it away.

It is time to sit in meditation, but today is different. No matter how you calm down after the fate moves, you cannot let go of yourself. The distracting thoughts in your mind come one after another.

Because Ning Mu has sent too much information recently, there are the latest trends of Buddhism and Taoism in Beijing, the games in the court, and various rumors among the people.

The more news, the more confused he became. He told his master that there would be no risk in meeting the saint this time, but the various speculations and thoughts in his heart were too complicated and messy.

Is this not enough to be good at Kung Fu? Yuan Xing asked himself? But he always felt that things were not as simple as his senior brothers said? Today's emperors will not test their subordinates for no reason, and there should be reasons that others don't know.

But he is not in the court? He is even more insensitive to politics? He is unable to find what he needs from this information.

As for the inability to enter into meditation, this situation rarely happened after his sudden enlightenment.

His meditation skills have always been stable at the second level of "no one in the empty mountains? Water flows and flowers bloom", that is, seeing that mountains are not mountains? Seeing that water is not water? consciously, it is not far from the formless realm of "every eternal sky, wind and moon".

But in this way, I still can't calm my mind, which is very telling? Either the trouble is because of my concern? His Zen mind is confused, or it is the intuition that has always accompanied him, or because of the strange manifestation of the golden cicada?

Recently, the other party has not known what he is doing? He is extremely silent. Even if he calls in his heart, he rarely gets a response. Will something really happen?

He opened his eyes helplessly? It was meaningless to force the meditation into a state of meditation.

"There are too many things to understand." He murmured to himself? Suddenly stunned? This sentence is so familiar? Thinking about it carefully, a memory comes to my mind.

One day in his previous life, Qin Kong finished writing a soft article on his official account and was about to have a meal for a while when the door of the rented small apartment was knocked.

When I opened the door, I saw that it was his friend who wrote novels. Yes, it was the guy who wrote abused articles according to the yy template.

As soon as I came in, my friend smiled and patted the notebook in his arms: "I'm bored and I'm looking for you to abuse the vegetables."

Qin Kong was overjoyed when he heard this. Then, the two teamed up and were abused for an afternoon. The worst thing was that they were hit and killed by the same car before they even ran into the first poison circle.

"Someone must be cheating." Qin Kong threw away his mouse, muttered, and turned to his friend: "Why are you free to come and play games today?" You should know that the other party had been hiding for a long time after the last novel was broken. He opened a small account a while ago and wrote a book. Since then, friends have rarely attended gatherings. Today is the weekend, so the other party should stay at home to write.

"I'm in a bad mood, stop for a day." My friend took Happy Water from the refrigerator with familiarity, threw it to Qin Kong a can, and then leaned lazily on the sofa.

"Is it clue again?" Qin Kong asked with a smile. He was also following his friend's new novel. He could only say that this kind of subject matter is difficult to write, and it is strange that it is not clueless.

"I'm ridiculed." My friend took out his phone and skillfully took out a comment.

Yuanxing took it and it was the page of a novel rating website. On it, someone named a friend’s novel two stars, followed by a long comment, which made the novel useless.

"Not it?" Qin Kong smiled and handed back his phone back. It was said that his friend was an old man and was used to being scolded on the Internet. How could he stop updating just because of a comment? I'm afraid it's not an excuse for Kaven to be lazy?

"There is nothing else, it's just unhappy." My friend opened the happiness and sucked his breath.

"I'm giving you a two-star, so I've already shown mercy to my subordinates." Qin Kong thought about the contents of the comments and said, "The above is also reasonable. I searched for a lot of Buddhist scriptures online. You have such strong ability to edit texts. You can add it when writing. Your writing style is indeed less sincere."

The friend sneered, sat upright and asked, "I'll ask you, is the protagonist a monk?"

"Yes" Qin Kong nodded.

"Has the protagonist done something wrong?"

"No." Qin Kong shook his head.

"Is there anything wrong with my description of the protagonist's realm?"

"No..." Qin Kong got stuck because there was no description in the novel at all, but just a few words were quite similar, and it should be able to scare some people.

The friend leaned back on the sofa and said leisurely: "The author's sincerity is to keep updating. He told a story seriously. The rest is nonsense. Given a day, I can also use Buddhist terms to explain the protagonist's realm, but what's the point of doing that? 'Youthful and green bamboo is always the Dharma body, and the depressed yellow flowers are Prajna.' Everyone has Buddha nature, so why should he think that my Buddha nature is worse than him? Why do you need to add those things to write Buddhism? And what qualifications do you have to say that I am not sincere?"

He paused and drank the happy water in his hand, and then continued: "Don't shake the setting of the four meditations and eight concentrations, and do not write the explanation of spiritual practice. Isn't this novel? Isn't the protagonist a monk? It's ugly to write that I have no level, and saying that I have no sincerity is a slander." After saying that, he waved his hand: "That person is at most a keyboard warrior who knows some Buddhist principles. The explanation lies with me, why do you have to listen to others? I just want to write a story I like to write, but I'm not writing a Buddhist thesis, who will provoke whom?"

Qin Kong was so amused and laughed: "Since you think so clearly, why are you going to complain to me?"

"Okay, actually my home has a power outage, so don't you come to see you?" My friend smiled, then took out a book from his bag, and said, "Actually, I have made sufficient preparations before writing this novel, you can see..."

Qin Kong looked at it and found that it was a book called "Introduction to Buddhism". He didn't read the new level several times. He couldn't help but frown: "Depending on this?"

"It's enough." My friend slapped the book in his hand: "Although I've only read half of it, I still jumped to read it."

"You dare to write this?" Qin Kong stretched out a thumbs up: "I have written so many words, but I have only been scolded until now. I have to say that you are a talent."

"How can you know that you can't do anything if you don't do anything? How can you be sure that you can't write without writing? Just thinking about preparing for this and that, the passion and inspiration will be diluted later, and you can write a little bit." My friend curled his lips: "The focus of my writing is on character creation, not telling Buddhist stories. I just want to be happy."

"So, you really didn't read Buddhist scriptures and heart essays? Is this still called sincerity?" Qin Kong widened his eyes and said in disbelief.

"Who said I haven't seen it?" the friend retorted, then his face suddenly turned red, and he muttered guiltily: "It's just that there are too many and too long, I don't understand it."

As I recalled this, Qin Kong only thought that his friend was unreliable in doing things. He dared to write a monk's essay with half of the introduction to Buddhism, but many people read it. But when he recalled it, he only sighed. Maybe he had been practicing for a long time, but in terms of understanding alone, he might not be as strong as that friend.

However, the other party's actions did give him a revelation now.

Thinking of this, he laughed and simply stood up and turned his head. Just as he saw Shanming open his eyes and look at him, he smiled: "Let's go, uncle lead you into the city." After that, he reached out to take off the hat hanging by the wall and buckled it on his head...

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At this time, Da Yong was gradually approaching prosperity, and the capital was singing and dancing to peace, and it was prosperous.

In the spring season, people are willing to go out for activities. There are a lot more people on the street than before. At noon, the business of teahouses and wineries is particularly good.

Because it was speculated that the master and others would not come back from the palace so early, Yuan Xing pulled Shanming, who was confused, and did not go directly to the inn where the eldest brother stayed. Instead, he walked into a restaurant, found an inconspicuous corner and sat there, ordered fried tofu and radish soup, and started eating it with steamed buns.

"Uncle Master, is this what you said to have a good meal?" Shanming sucked a mouthful of soup and complained quietly.

"Isn't it good to eat tofu?" Yuan Xing smiled and happily picked up a piece of tofu and put it in his mouth.

But seeing the disappointed look, he felt a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he took out a handful of the eldest son from his arms and slapped it on the table: "You can take this money. I heard that there is a night market in the capital at night. Then, let your elder brother take you to go shopping." The money was brought by the third brother last time. He took some. He thought that a good vegetarian meal would be enough, but he didn't expect that the prices in the capital were so exaggerated that poor monks could not afford it, but this money should be enough to buy street snacks.

Shanming smiled happily and put away the copper coins before he could chew the steamed buns beautifully.

After a full meal, the two of them did not leave the table, but asked the shopkeeper to serve a pot of tea, and they just started to waste it in this restaurant.

After noon, fewer people eat here, but more people drink tea and chat.

Yuanxing is here to inquire about the news. The information sent by Ning Mu is too complicated, and maybe you can get different results here.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed. He continued the tea in the pot twice and sat there for nearly two hours. He listened to the things about the parents and the others, but among these gossips, there was no topic about the emperor's reopening of the Heavenly Gate. It seemed that this kind of news was strictly kept secret by the upper level?

Just as Yuan Xing was disappointed and planned to leave with the sleepy Shanming, a sudden discussion came over.

"Today, Master Fushan's appearance is really..."

Yuan Xing couldn't help but get up and turned to the next table. He saw two middle-aged men in casual clothes talking while drinking. He swept casually and saw the official boots on the feet. He swept the wine and food on the table, and he realized it. It was time for the officials to get off work, so the two of them were here to have fun.

He smiled and sat down again, regardless of the cold tea, poured himself a full cup.

I heard the other party continue, "I heard that the old Zen master lives in Tongfu Inn on the street. Why didn't he go to the big temple to hold orders? He insisted on staying in the inn. Is there any conflict with the local Buddhist sect?"

"Which temple dares to offend people like the old Zen master? I heard that he took the initiative to ask for it, saying that the word "Tongfu" fits his name and insists on living there, and no one will listen to it."

Yuan Xing, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but raise his lips. This was really the style of his master. Since he stepped down as abbot, the old man has obviously become much more lively than before. Sometimes he has no past style of a monk who does things and speaks without saying anything. He often makes jokes about their younger generations, and occasionally gets a little angry.

This is probably the state of whether the mountains are still mountains and water is still water. When you really eat, you are eating and sleep.

"The emperor personally went out to welcome him and arranged a banquet. What a glory at this time?" One person sighed and drank a glass of wine.

"The fame and status of Master Yi is enough to deserve it."

"Twenty years ago, I had the honor to meet the old Zen master. He was strong and could still use one-handed uniforms to suppress the storm in his sixties. Unexpectedly, these years have passed and they are already so old. They need to rely on their disciples to help them. I'm afraid there is not much time..."

"I was a colleague of Yuan Xin back then, and I also met the old Zen master. To be honest, when I saw his condition in the morning, I almost burst into tears." Another person sighed.

Yuanxing forced himself to continue listening, but unexpectedly, the other party changed the topic and talked about changes in positions in the officialdom.

Yuan Xing had no time to listen anymore, so he immediately led Shanming out.

After hearing the descriptions of the two people just now, how could he sit still? After all, he hadn't met for several months, so he was really worried about his master's physical condition, or whether he was tired of frequent activities in the capital?

With this worry, they directly inquired about the location of Tongfu Inn, and the two rushed over directly.

At this time, there were many people at Tongfu Inn, some of whom were dressed as monks, but more were rich and wealthy people. They undoubtedly came to visit their masters and were blocked by the good deeds standing at the door.

"The old Zen master is tired from seeing the Queen of the Holy Queen, and no one will see him today." Someone approached again and said something habitually, but when he looked up, he was stunned.

Although the person in front of him was wearing a hat, he still couldn't recognize his uncle? What's more, there was a junior brother next to him squeezing at him.

"You, why are you here?" Shanguo asked in a low voice.

"Come and meet the old monk." Yuan Xing replied in a deep voice and stepped directly into the door.

Of course, Shanguo didn't dare to stop Xiong Xin and Leopard's courage, so he let him go without reporting.

Someone wanted to follow when they saw it, but he stopped him from going back without any mercy. He straightened his body and walked to the middle of the gate with a golden sword. Facing everyone's doubts, he only gave him a gentle smile, but he didn't even explain.

Let’s talk about Yuanxing, and led Shanming to the backyard hurriedly, but he was stunned as soon as he stepped into the door.

Next to the stone table in the inn courtyard, the master and several brothers were sitting together to drink tea. There was also a large tray full of fruits and vegetables on the table.

At this time, the old and insane master who was described by the world was concentrating on dealing with a water radish in his hand. Listening to the crisp sound of chewing, the few remaining teeth should be able to stand firm for a long time.

At this time, when he saw Yuan Xing walking in, his eyes lit up suddenly and he waved, "Yuan Xing, the emperor has rewarded many rare fruits and vegetables. You happened to be here to eat a tender cucumber..." As he said that, he handed over a green cucumber. Then he smiled and stuffed Shanming one.
Chapter completed!